Chapter 245 Newly Married

"Why did you come here alone?" Dou Zhaoqi asked.

In order to take care of her more conveniently, she brought several personal maids, Suxin, Sulan, Ganlu and Sujun, into the mansion and let them stay in the next room.

Su Lan ran to Dou Zhao with a smile and said, "Chen He, who is beside the prince, just came over to ask if the people in the room had left. He said that if they had left, we would come in and serve you first. He also said that we would serve you the same way we served you at home, and that we would just send someone to watch over the dragon and phoenix candles. If they hadn't left, we would wait a while... Sister "Sister, let me come in and ask you, are you going to rest now? Or do you want to eat something to fill your stomach?" Then, as if she was afraid that Dou Zhao would worry, she said, "When Chen He came, he brought a servant named Wuyi with him. He said that we had just entered the mansion and were unfamiliar with the place. If there was anything, just tell Wuyi to do it. I think Wuyi is quite smart, and I think he would not talk nonsense about anything."

The bride went to bed without waiting for the groom to return to his room. This is a very disrespectful act. If her husband's family knew about it, she would be labeled as uneducated. A scolding would be the lightest punishment. Even if they called the bride's family members to humiliate her, they would have no choice but to listen.

Song Mo was very thoughtful.

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "I'd better wait for the prince to return to his room!"

Since Song Mo values ​​her so much, she should also respect Song Mo.

Su Lan smiled and nodded, saying, "Then can I talk to you?"

"We are together every day, haven't we talked enough?" Dou Zhao said with a smile, "You guys should rest quickly, Ganlu can stay on duty, you will be busy tomorrow!" Then he asked, "Have you prepared the gifts for the Song family tomorrow?"

"It's ready." Su Lan smiled, "It's been ready for a long time. My sister also asked us to pack a lot of red envelopes. The ones with double happiness patterns are eight taels of silver each, and the ones with floor patterns are four taels of silver each. When the time comes, the young lady can also reward the maids."

Dou Zhao nodded with satisfaction.

Sulan served Dou Zhao a cup of hot tea and left.

Dou Zhao looked at the new house carefully.

The new house is a main house with five rooms and an annex. The small room on the east side is used as an inner room, the second room is a banquet room, and the annex is connected to make a washroom. The west side is not visible, so it should be a study or something like that.

My father-in-law is still alive, so this is definitely not the House of Lords of the British Dukedom.

When entering the door, the sedan chair twists and turns, and I don’t know whether it is in Yizhi Hall or a new house built in another yard?

The walls have been re-pasted, and the curtains are made of red silk with persimmon-calyx patterns. Judging from the time they said they would get married, it would be too late to renovate the house. The roof is covered with blue-green dust panels with a blue-green eight-treasure pattern, and the mirror tiles on the floor are so deep that you can see your reflection in them. This room for the new home was definitely not chosen randomly.

Dou Zhao's eyes were attracted by the lattice windows inlaid with colorful glazed tiles between the inner room and the banquet room.

There were six panels in total, with eighteen grids, all made of blue enamel, each inlaid with a magnolia pattern using pearls. The color was bright yet soft, and the style was novel yet stable, which made her quite interested, and she couldn't help but lean over to take a closer look.

I wonder whose craft it is?

The calyx of the Meilingsu flower is short and wide, with a blunt tip; the petals of the Jianousu flower are curled upward; the petals of the Pushansu flower are like a cattail leaf fan... They are so meticulous and detailed that they can be described as a work of art that surpasses nature!

She thought of the garden of flowers and plants and her grandmother that she had left in Zhending.

I thought I would be able to go back soon, but it took two years.

I wish I had the chance to go back and say goodbye to my grandmother.

As for Suxin and Sulan, their marriages were also delayed because of their own affairs.

Dou Zhao thought again of the end of last year when Zhao Liangbi came to Beijing and Su Xin came in to serve tea, his burning eyes, and Su Xin's red ears.

She couldn't help stroking her forehead.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps outside.

Then came the respectful voice of the maid: "Master, you have returned to your room!"

Song Mo said "hmm" lightly.

Dou Zhao hurriedly sat up straight.

The door creaked open and Song Mo, with a slightly flushed face and a little drunk, walked in.

"Prince!" Dou Zhao greeted him with a smile.

She is the bride, and before the wedding night, her feet cannot touch the ground.

Song Mo was surprised to see Dou Zhao still fully made up sitting on the nanmu bed.

Dou Zhao smiled and explained: "I'll wait for the prince to come back!"

Although their marriage was somewhat of a makeshift measure, Song Mo was slightly moved by the fact that Dou Zhao was able to respect the wedding.

He pointed at the magnificent yet heavy bridal veil on Dou Zhao's body and asked, "Can you take it off now?"

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "Sure!"

Song Mo breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Then quickly ask someone to remove your makeup. I feel tired just watching you."

Dou Zhao smiled and called Su Xin and Su Lan in.

Song Mo hid in the west room.

After Dou Zhao washed, combed his hair into a simple bun, applied perfume, and changed into a brand new pink undershirt, Sulan and the others left, while Ganlu stayed and spread the bedding on the big kang by the window in the banquet room.

Song Mo also changed into a lake-colored Hangzhou silk Taoist robe and walked in.

Seeing Ganlu tidying up the roof, he calmly told Ganlu: "Go down and have some rest! You don't need to stand guard here."

Ganlu looked at Dou Zhao blankly.

Since you are married to Song Mo, you have to respect Song Mo's living habits.

Dou Zhao nodded slightly.

Ganlu quickly knelt down and saluted, then retreated.

Song Mo sat on the mat prepared by Ganlu and said with a smile: "Let's take a rest! We have to get up early tomorrow morning to offer sacrifices to the stove, worship our ancestors, recognize our relatives, and hold a banquet to entertain relatives and friends. You'd better not yawn all the time!" After that, he took off his shoes and got on the kang.

"You, you are going to sleep here?" Dou Zhao was stunned.

Song Mo smiled and said, "If I sleep somewhere else, you'll probably be talked about tomorrow. Maybe even alarm my father-in-law!"

He thought of the pile of banknotes Dou Shiying gave to Dou Zhao, and the reluctance of Dou Zhao when he said goodbye to his father, and his tone softened a little.

Dou Zhao's face turned red.

It was not until two days before the wedding that she decided to marry Song Mo.

Too many things happened and time was too short, so Dou Zhao didn't have time to think about some things.

After paying homage to heaven and earth and sitting quietly alone in the bridal chamber, she thought of the wedding night... She suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but she also knew that since she was Song Mo's wife, she should assume corresponding responsibilities and obligations. So she simply made up her mind and stopped thinking about it. Let it be whatever it is!

But she never expected that Song Mo had no intention of consummating the marriage with her.

This made her feel relieved, but also a little nervous.

Song Mo seemed to know what she was thinking. He calmly pointed to a small red lacquer and gold-painted box he brought in, and said with a smile: "This was made for me by Mr. Yan. It was smeared with chicken blood mixed with some medicinal herbs. Most people can't tell the real thing... Don't worry, no one else will know..." However, a ball of red cloud burned from his cheeks to his ears, revealing the shame in his heart.

Dou Zhao looked at Song Mo in surprise, his eyes as bright as the scorching sun in summer, as if he wanted to see through his internal organs.

Song Mo was embarrassed.

Lie on your side.

"Go to sleep!" he murmured, closing his eyes, "We have to get up early tomorrow!"

Dou Zhao stood beside the bed, looking at Song Mo who was lying on his side with his back to him, with a complicated expression. After a while, he said softly: "How can I let you sleep here? I'll sleep here, and you go to bed..."

Ganlu used a fine cloth quilt with only a thicker cotton mattress on top; she used satin with several layers of cotton mattresses, which was very soft.

"It's okay." Song Mo said, "I used to sleep in a stable with my uncle. I don't care about these things. Go to sleep!"

Dou Zhao stood for a long time before he quietly lay down on the nanmu bed.

The house was brightly lit, and one could hear a pin drop. Faintly, one could hear the sound of a clapper striking the third watch.

Dou Zhao just couldn't fall asleep.

It's possible now, but what about in the future?

What about Song Mo’s legitimate son?

But letting her sleep in the same bed with Song Mo... The past life flashed through her mind, and she really couldn't muster up the courage!

With a rustling sound, she turned over again.

"Can't sleep?" Song Mo, who thought he was asleep, suddenly asked, breaking the silence in the room.

Dou Zhao felt much better when he saw that Song Mo was not as indifferent to the matter as he appeared.

She murmured, "Then from now on..."

"Let's talk about the future later!" Song Mo smiled nonchalantly, "Didn't you say that? You may not be a good wife, but you will definitely be a good partner. What I need now is a good partner!"

Is this why Song Mo chose to sleep outside on his wedding night?

Dou Zhao didn't dare to think too much.

She wanted to be selfish and comfort herself first.

But for some reason, she couldn't sleep anymore.

Song Mo started chatting with her: "Our house is divided into three parts. The middle part is the main hall, the back part is the upper house, the garden is in the east part, and the daily living part is in the west part... Our new house is in Yizhi Hall in the west part, which is the yard where I lived before. Because of the tight schedule, I can only paint it casually. If you think it is not good, wait until tomorrow summer and ask a craftsman to repair it... Since my mother passed away, My father moved to the Xiangxiang Courtyard on the east side of the road... My second brother lived in Lumingxuan next to the Xiangxiang Courtyard. It used to be my grandfather's studio and got its name because of the deer he raised there. However, after my grandfather passed away, my father sent the deer in Lumingxuan to a farm in the suburbs of Beijing to be raised. Over the past ten years, the deer have multiplied to hundreds and have become a source of income for the family. As for the upper house, it has been left empty..."

He kept on talking, and Dou Zhao gradually calmed down.

Dou Zhao really wanted to know why Yan Chaoqing prepared chicken blood for Song Mo, but he was afraid of disturbing the peace at this moment, so he had to suppress this question in his heart for the time being.

She told Song Mo about the little girl who was yelling outside the bridal chamber just now, and said, "She called you her third cousin and her father-in-law her second uncle. Could it be the child of her third or fourth uncle?"

"It should be Third Uncle's daughter Song Jin!" Song Mo said without hesitation, "The Song family is not large, and she is the only girl in our generation. Both the elders and us cousins ​​are very considerate of her. I usually think she is a little spoiled, but I never thought she would become so domineering." His tone was slightly annoyed, and he did not doubt what Dou Zhao said at all, "If she embarrasses you tomorrow, don't say anything, just smile, I will step in." Then he introduced some relatives there to Dou Zhao.

After she decided to marry Song Mo, she immediately went to Chen Qushui to ask about these situations and knew about them a long time ago. But Song Mo's words "Don't say anything, I will come forward" made Dou Zhao's heart stagnate and her expression excited.

In her two lifetimes, besides Song Mo, who else has ever said something similar to her?

The whole person seemed to have fallen from mid-air to the ground, and felt particularly grounded.

Dou Zhao fell into a deep sleep listening to Song Mo's voice as clear as spring water.

The person over there didn't move for a long time, and Song Mo couldn't help but lean over to look over.

Dou Zhao was sleeping soundly with a smile on his face.

He couldn't help but laugh too.

I lay down again, and felt more peaceful than ever before.

It was like returning to the past. No matter where he went, there would always be a warm place waiting for him, so that he would no longer feel so lonely...